He triumph'd o'er the powers of hell,
And, by his dying, vanquish'd death.
4 Now on his Father's throne he reigns,
And all the tuneful choir above
Resound, in high immortal strains,
The praises of victorious love.
5 Though still surviving foes arise,
Temptations, sins and doubts appear,
And pain our hearts, and fill our eyes,
With many a groan, and many a tear ;
6 Still shall we fight, and still prevail,
In our almighty Leader's name;
His strength, whene'er our spirits fail,
Shall all our active powers inflame.
7 Immortal honours wait above,
To crown the dying Conqueror's brow;
And endless peace, and joy, and love,
For the short war sustain'd below.
HYMN CCLX. Long Metre.
The Lord's Supper.
1 'TWAS on that dark and doleful night,
When powers of earth and hell arose
Against the Son of God's delight,
And friends betray'd him to his foes.
2 Before the mournful scene began,
He took the bread, and blest, and brake;
What love through all his actions ran !
What wondrous words of grace he spake !
3 "This is my body, broke for sin,
Receive and eat the living food;"!
Then took the cup, and blest the wine,
"'Tis the new covenant in my blood."
4 " In mem'ry of your dying Lord,
Do this (he said) till time shall end;
Meet at my table, and record
The love of your departed Friend."
5 Jesus, thy feast we celebrate,
We show thy death, we sing thy name;
Till thou return, and we shall eat
The marriage supper of the Lamb.
HYMN CCLXI. Common Metre.
1 VAIN are the hopes the sons of men
On their own works have built;
The carnal mind is all unclean,
And all its actions guilt.
2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouth,
Without a murmuring word;
And the whole race of Adam stand
Guilty before the Lord.
3 In vain we ask God's righteous law
To justify us now;
When, to convince and to condemn,
Is all the law can do.
4 Not all the outward forms on earth,
Nor rites that Moses gave,
Nor will of men, nor blood, nor birth,
The guilty race can save.
5 God's Spirit, like a heavenly wind,
Blows on the sons of flesh;
Changes the heart, renews the mind,
And forms the man afresh.
6 Our quicken'd souls awake and rise,
From the long sleep of death;
To heavenly things we turn our eyes,
And praise employs our breath.
7 The sins and follies of our mind
Are crucified and dead;
By holy love our souls are join'd
To Christ our living Head.
Long Metre.
The Grave destroyed.
1 UNVEIL thy bosom, faithful tomb,
Take this new treasure to thy trust;
And give these sacred relicks room
To slumber in thy silent dust.
2 No pain, no grief, no anxious fear,
Invade thy bounds; no mortal woes
Can reach the peaceful sleeper here,
Whilst angels watch its soft repose.
3 So Jesus slept; God's dying Son
Past through the grave and blest the bed;
Then rest, dear saint, till from his throne
The morning break, and pierce the shade.
4 Break from his throne, illustrious morn!
Attend, O grave, his sovereign word!
Restore thy trust; the glorious form
Will then arise to meet the Lord.
1 WELCOME, thou day of rest,
That saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
And these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near
To feast his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
And love and praise and pray.
3 One day amidst the place,
Where Jesus is within,
Is better than ten thousand days
Of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
In such a frame as this,
Till it is call'd to soar away
To everlasting bliss.
HYMN CCLXIV. Common Metre.
The Victory and Dominion of Christ. 1 WE sing our Saviour's wondrous death, He conquer'd when he fell; "'Tis finish'd," said his dying breath, And shook the gates of hell. 2 "Tis finish'd," our Immanuel cries, The mighty work is done; Hence shall his sovereign throne arise, His kingdom is begun.
3 A person so divine was he, Who yielded to be slain,
That he could give his life away,
And take his life again.
4 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown;
When through the regions of the dead
He pass'd, to reach the crown.
5 Exalted at his Father's side,
Sits our victorious Lord,
His saints from sinners to divide,
To punish or reward.
6 Live, glorious Lord, and reign above,
And every tongue shall sing
The riches of eternal love,
The conquest of our King.
HYMN CCLXV. Common Metre.
Resignation in Death.
1 WHAT cannot resignation do ?
It wonders can perform;
That powerful charm, "Thy will be done,"
Can lay the loudest storm.
2 Haste, then, O resignation, haste,
'Tis thine to reconcile
The mind to death; at thy approach
The monster wears a smile.
3 What sight beneath the arch of heaven
Has most of heaven to boast ?
The dying saint, resign'd, serene,
And giving up the ghost.
4 O for that summit of my wish,
Whilst yet I draw my breath,
That foretaste of eternal life,
A glorious smile in death!
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